Darvon Abuse Symptoms

Darvon Abuse Symptoms

If you are using Darvon, or know somebody who is using Darvon, you need to understand that the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) recalled both Darvon and Darvocet, brand names for the drug proposyphene, due to heart rhythm problems. So the most significant abuse symptom for this drug is a fatal one. The FDA had been working on this since 1978, fielding requests for the drug’s removal from the market, but they did not actually recall it until 2010.

The FDA found that users experienced a dramatic change in the electrical activity of their heart, causing abnormal rhythms and cardiac arrest. Patients who had a history of depression or had ever had suicidal thoughts were at risk when taking this drug, and when used in combination with an antidepressant or alcohol, this drug was potentially deadly. Like other narcotics, it is highly addictive.

Sadly, these effects are what makes some users so susceptible to Darvon addiction. It is just that right combination that they can’t resist. Mention Darvon to them and it’s like you have mentioned their first love.

“I remember the first time I took Darvon, I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was. I knew I could get addicted right at that first use. I never wanted to stop.”

Can effect the heart and liver function

Proposyphene is a narcotic pain reliever and was used to treat mild to moderate pain. Darvon users may experience a slow heart rate and these changes in heart function can lead to dehydration, kidney damage.

An allergic reaction might be the swelling of the lips and tongue, or throat. The troubling aspect of this drug is the fact that it can cause major damage, or even death, even when the person isn’t abusing it. The drug that is out on the street now is being sold strictly for recreational purposes and it is highly advises that people avoid it.

Darvon abuse symptoms would be very similar to other narcotic pain medications, but in general, look for some of the tell-tale signs, such as taking the drug even though the original purpose has long past.

Abusers will make sure they always have enough and may even go “doctor shopping” to have two or more prescriptions going at the same time. Abusers will take the drug just to feel “right” and might get agitated and irritable if denied the drug. It would not be at all unusual for a Darvon abuser to switch to another drug, especially because of the availability of more powerful opiates on the street.

Withdrawal usually occurs with any opiate addiction

Another sign of abuse is withdrawal. As the person goes off the drug without any assistance, they can experience sweating, diarrhea, nausea, insomnia. Not getting the drug may bring on anxiety, irritability and sometimes upper respiratory troubles, like a runny nose.

Again, because of the serious health risks and the action of the FDA, the best approach to Darvon is to not take it. It is an opiate addiction so it has the same characteristics as all other opiates as well.

That ends our page on Darvon Abuse Symptoms, please go to our home page for more information.

Opiate Epiphany!

by Keri
from NJ

Although I'm staring at it, I can't find anything of real interest about the bathroom ceiling. Fighting for control can be very overwhelming for a girl.

I vaguely consider the options I have laid out in front of me. Think of it like a hypothetical deck of cards. My thoughts are rolling over as I empty a coin bag into the palm of my tremoring hand. I'm utterly focused on the task before me. Even the drip, drip of the faucet leaking is impenetrable to my chemically dependent brain.
Drip, drip.

I'm gently chewing the last of the ten painkillers I've just popped into my mouth. The bitter taste of the medication is sticking to the chewing surfaces of my teeth. I don't want to miss out on any of the euphoria, so I pick out the remnants nonchalantly from the fissures with my fingernail.

Afterward I examine the half moon crescent on that same finger for any evidence. Running my tongue gently inside my lips, I ensure that nothing has been missed. Laying back, I rest my head on my hands and wait.
Drip, drip.

Wait for what? The million dollar question. I haven't known for months what I've been trying to achieve, and to be quite honest, I couldn't tell you much about that time frame at all, except the reverberations echoing in my soul from the pain I feel and keep guarded inside my heart.

It's an agony comparable to the black dawn aftermath of a thousand lives lost without reason. The release of that agony is what I'm waiting for, and in my own way, I've already died a thousand times too.

Ah, the euphoria kicks in. A warmth spreads through my chest, extending down my arms and legs like an old friend embracing me. My muscles relax, and a smile breaks out across my face. The back of my throat is tingling with a familiar numbness. Maybe life isn't as bad as I thought it was. Now is a good time to rationalize my thoughts.

Drip, drip.

Now I'm drumming my fingers on my chest. I may not be very good at math, but I'm contemplating some real life equations in my head. Of course, this all pertains to the amount of drugs I've ingested. Everything in my life revolves around altering my mental state.

40 mg of Darvon x 10 pills = 400 mg oxycodone.

If it goes as planned before I took the pills, nobody will ever have to know the embarrassment and shame I'm enduring because of my addiction.

400 mg of Darvon can cure me of internal torture and perpetual hopelessness. 400 mg of Oxycodone can safeguard the people I love but have mislead against my weakness and medicinal perversion.

400 mg of Darvon can stop me from using.

400 mg of Darvon can stop me, indefinitely.

My euphoria was short lived, as it often is these days.

Drip, drip.

Now my senses are heightened and I'm realizing the consequences of my actions. Oh, Keri...what have you done? My heart is beginning to race. I can feel it beating against the inside of my rib cage relentlessly, a reminder that fate doesn't exist and our destinies belong in our own hands. Now the sound from the faucet is pounding in my head, is in rhythm with my pulse. My breathing is becoming short and shallow, and I know why it's occurring.

Being a drug addict is bad. To be an intelligent, informed, and self aware drug addict is horrible. My heart rate is accelerating due to the rapid intake of Roxicet I've taken. Looking down at my body, I can see a shimmer on the surface where I've broken out in a cold sweat. The perspiration starts to shimmy as my heart rate throws me into a state of levelheadedness and vertigo. Shoot.

Drip, drip.

I don't want to die.

Drip, drip.

Using all of my strength and reminding myself to breathe slowly, I turn over so I'm face down. The smell of stagnant water hits me in the nose and makes me gag. In the back of my mind, I remind myself to wash the bathroom rug.

I pull my knees up under my chest, clasp my hands together, and place them on top of my head in an attempt to make the spinning stop. I need help, and I'm not sure where to turn. I turn right, and see the mirror. I turn left and close my eyes. I'm not afforded an escape at this location either. This malignant mirror is not one I can run away from by redirecting my line of vision. In my current frame of mind (or any frame of mind, for that matter) I can't fathom peering into either of those mirrors. To me, that would be suicide. But isn't that what I'm trying to accomplish anyway?

I place my palms on the floor and post to stand up. Once on my unsteady feet, I stumble towards the other side of the bathroom, grasping a damp counter for stability on the way. My eyes haven't so much as glimpsed the enemy (the dreaded looking glass) yet, but I can feel it's intent stare falling upon me.

Terror creeps up my spine like a child's nightmare in the dark, and that's how I feel. Somehow I've fabricated my own bogeyman. If my heart could quicken any more, it would. The vice grip I have on the sides of the sink have me in fear that I may actually crack the porcelain. Of course, this isn't possible, but it's a true irrational thought I have while under the influence of my own insecurities. Adorned with a cloak of fear, I slowly shift my vision so I'm gazing directly into the eyes of my foe.

Drip, drip.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

I'm paralyzed by a face I don't know. Alabaster skin with no glow. Dark circles that are intensified by the pale contrast of the skin. I can see dark streaks running from lash to jaw line, the end of a marathon run by tears. The lips are cracked and dry, set lowly on the face in a diseased version of a smile. I run my tongue over my lips. This stranger's face does the same.

Scanning the image before me, I hitch a breath and look into the eyes.

Drip, drip.

It's me.

Drip, drip.

Turning my back to the wall, I wretch in a sob and slide to the floor. My brow starts to twitch, so I carelessly rub my finger across it. Keeping my hand on my forehead, I let it shadow my face. I welcome the darkness that single gesture offers, and consider myself disguised.

I cry. The tears start slowly at first, and I utter no sound after the true depth of my personal hell surfaces. A single, fat drop forms in the corner of my eye and circles the lower lashes before streaming down my cheek to follow in the footsteps of the previous marathon runners.

That single drop gave license to my mind to allow many others to follow. I tip my head back and feel the weight of them as they snake down my face in small rivers. These may be the last minutes of my life, and I'm alone.

The faucet stops.

There Is Hope
by: Ned Wicker

Dear Keri,
The loneliness and despair of your situation can sometimes feel overwhelming, but there is always hope.

You have shared that "to be an intelligent, informed, and self aware drug addict is horrible," but can it be that one's own intelligence can get in the way of someone wanting to love you?

You have no answers that you can accept, because you can't put the pieces together. Your own intellect denies it. Self awareness is key to unlocking what hurts, and addicts in treatment and recovery have an opportunity to know themselves in a very spiritual and significant way.

Are you that aware of self? You may not believe in God, but he does believe in you and he loves you. There's nothing you can do about that, other than to accept His love or reject it. God offers you life.

Go into treatment, let the professional people help you. Let them love you. The answers are there for you. You need that love and support. Get help and allow the healing to begin.

and Finally Remember:

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened."
- Matthew 7:7-8

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